Ningún Resto
Ought eight is getting off to a frenzied pace. A couple weeks ago I received the initial run of the Broken self-distro campaign—10 crates of DVDs—which now stand as a quaint half-wall in the apartment that I share with my new bride. Two weekends ago, I flew cinematographer David Wexler out from L.A. so we could start work on a New Radiant Storm King video for a song from their upcoming album… and discuss the logistics of the “still-in-infancy” project Days Between Driveways (a film that, quite honestly, won’t resemble anything ever seen before and may be the most outlandish, misguided idea I’ve ever attempted). I’m running on stale caffeine and fumes. But it feels good.
You are the brick! Reading stuff like this written in the way like this is a great pleasure for me.